All four of us are holed up indoors. The cats have been asking to go out, but I've not let them. They've been splooted on the floor most of the afternoon.
My drive is a bit of a suntrap; at lunchtime it was 38C in the shade and close to 50C in the sun. The tomatoes are loving their impromptu greenhouse. Me, not so much. No idea what it's like out there right now, though it has clouded over.
All the curtains are drawn here, and all the shutters closed. Although I've two north-facing windows (one upstairs, one downstairs) cracked open an inch just to get a bit of a draft. It's 24C in the house and feels pleasant sat here in shorts, t-shirt and crocs.
I'm not a fan of excessive heat - or excessive sun. When working the fencline as a snappy at race meetings, it's almost impossible to get out of the sun, so back then, it was a floppy hat, sunblock, loose (long-sleeved) cotton shirt, cargo shorts and plenty of water. Even so, there were a few times I ended up feeling distinctly uncomfortable.